Mark of the Incubus Ch. 11

After the unbearable pause, Agnes sighed resigned to the situation.

"It can't be helped," Agnes shrugged. "You're one of us now whether I like it or not... and I don't. So... have you been doing anything weird lately?"

"Weird?"

"Have you moved things with your mind? Gave anyone headaches with your thoughts? Sci-Fi shit like that," Agnes spoke impatiently.

"This whole thing is weird!" Vesta burst out and pointed at James. "He's the devil! You're a soulless whore who's going to hell! I'm a good girl! I've always been a good Christian girl, a godly person while you—"

Agnes suddenly appeared before Vesta in a blink of an eye then slapped her hard across the face. The slap echoed through the room leaving a cold silence in the summer heat.

Agnes's dark flashing violet eyes pierced Vesta's very soul. Vesta held her stinging cheek too frightened to speak.

"I've been living in hell all my life and mostly it was because of you," Agnes hissed. "You're a hypocritical slut; more than me. Yeah, Michelle told me all about how you two were fucking in the closet. I've had enough of your bullshit so you're going to listen to me from now on or I'll do the same thing to you that I did to my bitch mother."

Vesta stood frozen, her crystal blue eyes wide with fear. James only sat silently on the bed.

Then Vesta looked down in shame and started to quietly sob. It was then Agnes felt a bit of tenderness towards her. She had never seen the cheerleader princess cry. She lifted Vesta's trembling chin to get her to look into her eyes.

"I was freaked out at first too," Agnes confided. James rose from the bed and stood behind the freaked out girl, his whiskey eyes now sympathetic.

"You've been in hell probably too," Agnes continued drawing Vesta into an embrace. "Being in the closet most of your life is something a friend of mine is going through."

Vesta returned the reassuring hug. She even took a whiff of Agnes's hair. Her shampoo was sunflowers and aloe. Her skin held the sent of Dove deodorant, the cool cucumber kind that Vesta used herself.

James could sense the sparks happening between them.

"Why don't you show Vesta the perks of being marked by an incubus?" James suggested.

Vesta reluctantly let go of Agnes who pulled away and nodded. Vesta then explained that she had been levitating while... she went cherry red when she mentioned why. Agnes only listened intently.

"Arousal is power," James explained. "Agnes knows this well."

"It's how we made it rain to break the heat wave," Agnes explained to Vesta's curious expression. "James and I had sex and from the power of that we made it rain."

"Really?" Vesta felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the thought of Agnes being with Pastor Abel.

"The fact that your whole family was on the outside of the bathroom unaware made it even more exciting," James recalled.

"Well of course," Agnes smiled at the memory.

She imagined Agnes pinned against the wall, her face in rapture. Heat crawled up her spine as a small surge of power rushed through her.

"Stop it," Agnes said.

Vesta looked up to see a sharp hair pin floating in the air poised at James who only chuckled with amusement.

"Wh-What?" Vesta stammered as the pin shot straight towards Pastor Abel's gleaming whisky eyes. James caught the pin just before it could reach his handsome face. He smiled quite amused.

"Good," James examined the pin then tossed it. "Agnes's powers were a bit different. You almost made your mother have an aneurysm."

"Yeah I don't remember levitating stuff," Agnes rubbed her chin.

"Everyone starts out with different powers, Agnes," James smiled.

"I can levitate stuff now though," Agnes said with a bit of pride.

Agnes demonstrated by focusing her thoughts on a perfume bottle. Vesta could feel Agnes's arousal build deep inside her loins. It was like a collective electrical charge in the air giving her goosebumps.

The perfume bottle jiggled on the vanity then like lightning shot into Agnes's open hand.

"See?" Agnes said. "I'm getting the hang of this and you will too."

Vesta still wasn't sure. She felt James's fingers brush her cheek. She couldn't help but feel a certain euphoria at the demon pastor's touch. He was like a walking talking drug. The look in his eyes made Vesta's knees turn watery.

She was still attracted to Agnes but James had this strange power that awoke something sexually primal inside her.

"I think Vesta still needs some practice in harnessing her arousal," James spoke softly, his voice as smooth and sweet as honey.

Agnes couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you never in the mood?" she asked.

James shrugged tucking a stray strand of yellow hair behind Vesta's reddening ear.

"I think she'd appreciate it more coming from you," James said.

"Why not?" Agnes shrugged. "I've been teasing my own brother why not add some girl on girl to my sexual bucket list?"

***

Agnes left James and Vesta asleep on her bed. She managed to sneak out and call Nolan hoping she could salvage the situation. She retreated into the bathroom as if she was taking a shame cigarette.

She sat on the toilet her stomach in knots. Finally after what felt like an agonizing hour Agnes heard Nolan's voice.

"Yeah...," Nolan sounded less than enthusiastic. Panic tightened in Agnes's chest.

"I'm sorry," Agnes blurted out. "I'm... I'm just an inconsiderate bitch. I should have called you and told you I was okay."

Agnes heard Nolan's tired sigh on the other end. The silence was setting her nerves on edge but then Nolan eased her, "I was really worried about you."

"Honestly...," Agnes sighed. "I'm not used to someone being so concerned about me besides Charlie."

"I went to high school with you so I know," Nolan chuckled dryly.

"How about I make it up to you then," Agnes offered. "Dinner at my place just the two of us."

"I'd like that."

Agnes could feel Nolan's smile through the line. It warmed her whole body as if he were actually in the room.

***

Louis was given leave to go back to his family to tell them that he was moving back home for a while to help out his younger siblings while their mother was ill and to help out with rent since Mrs. Vanhorn had to move to a full care nursing home. While Louis was away Agnes was getting ready for her date with Nolan.

Charlie texted on his phone while his older sister tried to pick the best dress. Her room looked like someone slaughtered a GAP. Clothes were lying carelessly on the floor or on the bed as Agnes checked herself in the mirror.

"You can help me you know," Agnes steamed at her baby brother.

"I don't know why you're being so picky," Charlie's eyes never left the screen of his phone. "Nolan's had a thing for you since you were in diapers. It won't be hard to impress him."

Agnes relieved a sigh of frustration.

"You're not so concerned with what you're wearing whenever James come around," Charlie narrowed his eyes but Agnes ignored the supposed slight.

"He's more concerned with what's underneath my clothes," Agnes picked up a little black dress.

Charlie finally looked up from his phone to watch his sister, her dark hair still damp from her shower set in a hair clip, wearing a silk kimono robe.

"You don't just really like this guy," Charlie observed.

Agnes stopped, dropping the black dress with disdain. She turned to Charlie with her dark violet eyes filled with desperation.

"He's the only decent guy in this dirt one horse town," she admitted. "Besides you of course..."

Charlie stared at her for a few minutes then he got up and picked up a discarded dress.

A nice navy blue dress with ties to make a bow in the back. Down the neck line it was a sheer V helping to hide the hand print that Agnes usually used make up to conceal.

"This one," Charlie said. "Flirty but sophisticated."

Agnes had thrown it away before. She didn't see it as perfect before but Charlie always had an eye for fashion. He didn't just match dresses to people's body type but to their personalities and what they wanted to project.

Yes this dress was just right for Nolan.

***

"Get the hell out of here," Agnes hissed at a spider that was crawling across the dinner table close to the daisies. With a flick of her finger she sent the creepy crawly flying.

She could have used magic but some things were better without such as getting rid of unwanted guests with the flick of wrist without any supernatural help. When one does it with their bare hands it feels more satisfying.

Agnes snapped her fingers and the wicks of the elegant long white candles sparked alight. Just as she was checking the temperature of the stove she felt a pair of familiar hands on her hips.

A dark seductive whisper in her ear, "Have I mentioned how much I love your ass?"

"Not now, James," Agnes shrugged her demon lover off.

He was wearing his pastor collar with his sinful smile that always made Agnes shiver with forbidden passion.

"Your date won't be here for another 10 minutes," James caught Agnes in his embrace, pressing her pelvis against his already hungry bulge. "That should be plenty of time."

Despite the dampness she was feeling between her thighs, Agnes pushed the lust as well as the demon away. James's whisky eyes darkened. She was denying him which was clearly something he wasn't used to from women.

"I have a date and I'm not going to let you screw it up again," Agnes snapped.

"That's a nice necklace," James held the simple gold cross in his hand. Agnes could feel the heat from his fingers as they rested carelessly on her bosom.

Her heart raised as her pussy throbbed with need. Agnes swallowed hard averting her eyes from James's intense gaze.

"Look at me," James ordered. When Agnes didn't respond James took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

Agnes's indigo eyes were defiant, her lips set in a compressed line. James wanted to pin her down and ravish her. He knew that she would like it. Love it even but Agnes fought him, mentally at least.

James's hand flew back as if he were struck from an invisible physical blow. She deflected his powers of seduction through sheer will.

"I told you," Agnes warned. "I'm not your fuck puppet."

Just then the door bell rang and Nolan's voice called out.

James and Agnes stared each other down until the demon relented, "Fine. Enjoy your evening. Perhaps Vesta will be more receptive."

James suddenly vanished, his last dark look filling Agnes with a heavy sense of foreboding.

The door bell rang again and Agnes rushed to the door. Her heart raced as she grabbed the door knob. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Nolan in a nice shirt and a bottle of cheap wine.

"You look...," Nolan was at a loss for words when he saw Agnes.

Her hair was cascading in soft curls over her shoulders, lips rosy and glistening with simple lip gloss, rouge lightly applied and a simple gold necklace of a Christian Cross laying between her modest cleavage.

"Amazing," he smiled warmly.

***

Agnes opened the bottle of wine and poured the crimson liquid into a wine glass.

"Sorry, I'm no great cook," Agnes apologized as she handed Nolan the glass. "I didn't want to burn the house down."

"That's ok," Nolan shrugged in good humor. "I'm pretty handy with a skillet and stove."

Nolan walked into the kitchen as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Pasta?" he asked as he showed her the hard yellow pasta strings Agnes's family kept in a glass jar.

"Love Italian," Agnes beamed.

"You get the pot boiling while I make the sauce," Nolan started washing the tomatoes.

***

"I think it's done...," Agnes stirred the sauce that was steaming in the pot.

"Let me see," Nolan came up from behind her.

Agnes felt the warmth of his skin from his shirt. His natural scent of lemons made her weak kneed. Nolan took the wooden spoon and tasted the contents of the steal pot.

Agnes watched Nolan's thin sensuous lips as they tasted the sauce, the way his lips smacked, his tongue licking them to get every drop. Her pulse quickened.

"Not bad," Nolan nodded in approval. "Needs just a pinch of garlic."

Nolan took some garlic salt and added that pinch then he held Agnes's hand as she stirred.

"I can certainly stir a pot, Nolan," Agnes smirked.

"I know..."

His breath in her ear made her loins quiver. Agnes forgot all about James, Louis, Vesta and the rest of the things weighing down on her conscious in that moment.

Agnes felt the heat of Nolan's palm on her hip. Her mouth went dry as she felt him press against her, his swelling manhood against her arse.

"Agnes...," Nolan whispered her name seductively, turning her legs into water as she melted against him while he kissed her neck.

"Hope we don't burn the house down," Agnes turned to face Nolan and his loving charcoal eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him in for a deep, sensual kiss. Agnes's breath hitched. Their lips created an electrical charge that went to Agnes's loins.

Nolan broke the kiss then reached forward on the stove. Agnes and Nolan shared the same air as he turned the stove down.

"It should be fine so long as we have it on low then it should simmer," Nolan said ambiguously.

Agnes felt herself drowning in Nolan's kiss. She felt his tongue lick her lips, seducing her mouth open and let him explore her further. As Agnes obliged, their sensual muscles dancing an erotic dance, her body felt like it was on fire.

Nolan lifted Agnes up, she could feel his manhood grow rigid, straining against his belt. She wanted to feel him inside her. He was perhaps one of the few men who deserved the honor.

No words passed between them, letting themselves be consumed by the fires of their passions. Nolan sat Agnes down on the kitchen table, his hands running underneath her skirt as Agnes wrapped her legs around Nolan's waist, drawing him in closer.

She could feel his lust for her. Agnes could feel Nolan's lust radiating like a beacon in the dark winter night, burning hot and intense. She nibbled on his neck as he unzipped her dress.

Agnes's hands traveled down to Nolan's pants, releasing his tortured flesh, taking it in her hands to guide it to where it wanted desperately to go.

Nolan groaned. Agnes's hands were so warm and soft. He wanted her so badly. Agnes slid off her panties and the top of her dress revealing her wet pussy and heaving bosom.

Nolan laid a kiss upon Agnes's ripe flesh as his finger brushed along her smoldering tender flower petals. Agnes released a blissful sigh as Nolan dipped a finger in between her slick folds, feeling her passion-moistened depths.

"Nolan...," Agnes whispered as he kissed her lips, the need apparent in her voices.

Agnes guided Nolan's member between her thighs, teasing her entrance before gently plunging his full, throbbing erection into her private satin depths. Nolan pushed up into her who gripped his shoulders in approval as he stretched her fleshy walls.

Agnes kissed Nolan with a passion which took his breath away. Nolan rolled his hips making Agnes groan into their kiss. He pressed her back on the small table to watch her face light up and contort in ecstasy as he sank into her.

His cock wasn't like James's but Nolan had a good stalk. He certainly had more girth than Agnes remembered. She bit her lip as the hot tingly waves of pleasure washed through her, building up to a crescendo as Nolan's smoldering rod filled her up only to pull back then quickly thrust into her.

Agnes took Nolan's face in her hands as his pace quickened. He impaled her, causing Agnes to moan his name. Nolan's hand caressed her sweetly curved mounds, feeling her diamond hard nipples like tiny ball points in his palms.

Just when Agnes was approaching her climax, Nolan suddenly stopped.

"What?" Agnes asked partly in panic, partly in indignation.

Nolan's soulful charcoal eyes held her. So much honesty and love lay in those eyes that Agnes felt a flash of guilt. Did she even deserve Nolan? But Nolan only caressed her cheek then leaned in, softly kissing her and whispering, "I love you, Agnes."

Why did he have to say that? It just made Agnes feel more guilty. About what she wasn't sure but it made her lust cool. For a moment they sat in the silence, Nolan still hard and pulsing inside Agnes.

"You don't have to say it now or ever," Nolan finally said. "I just wanted you to know how I feel."

"Nolan...," Agnes sighed. She looked into his eyes. There was no resentment there. Whatever she said in that moment wouldn't change his feelings.

"You really are noble," Agnes kissed Nolan with tenderness reigniting their previous passion. But they began to smell smoke and had to straighten up before they burned the kitchen down.

In the corner a spider rested on it's web watching the whole affair with intense interest. It watched with eyes that weren't it's own...

***

Michelle looked through the spider's eyes witnessing the whole thing. Her eyes milky white instead of the olive green that added to her beauty. Michelle held a mirror, transferring what she saw through the spider's eyes into the mirror's reflective surface.

A part of her was happy for Agnes. Finally a guy worthy of her but then a shadow loomed over Michelle's shoulder. James glared into the mirror, his eyes dark with the fires of rage and jealousy. Michelle could feel his hateful thoughts like knives sinking into her skin and piercing her bones.

James thundered a roar that shook the whole house. Luckily Michelle's ancient grandmother was in a magical coma-like sleep.

James snatched the mirror out of Michelle's hands, breaking the connection and sending Michelle back into her body. She had a terrible headache and a ringing in her ears. Once it subsided she looked to see the shards of mirror littered all over the floor.

"That's 7 years bad luck," Michelle retorted.

James was in no mood for humor. He stood silently fuming, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"What now?" Michelle sighed, already knowing the answer and hating it.

James took a few deep breaths before answering. Michelle could feel his rages burn her skin as he said, "We're going to break them up. The more Agnes is in love with the Deputy the less power we have."

"Can't Nolan just join us?" Michelle asked, her green eyes pleading. "I can do to him like Agnes did to Louis—"

James slammed his fist on the table, breaking it in half. So that was a passionate "no".

In a rage of lust James drew Michelle in and kissed her firmly with great fervor on her succulent lips. Lust and shame mingled hot in Michelle's throat as she felt the heat of the incubus's body through his religious garbs.

Michelle broke free and asked, "Why can't I tell Agnes?"

James caressed her face then gripped the hair in the back of her neck. The serpent familiar inside Michelle writhed making her body cringe with pain.

"Because it's not time yet," he said but James's eyes flickered with warning, a sense of danger filling in Michelle. "Besides I don't hear you complaining... well," James's eyes became lecherous, "at least when I'm inside you then it's 'please, don't stop, James baby!'"

Heat crept into Michelle's face as well as her loins. The memory of James's molten virility pummeling her secret center was branded into her brain like a sweet scar one made from that one wild night of passion a couple never wanted to forget and bragged about to their group of boring friends.

Michelle didn't tell Agnes the full story. Michelle actually performed the summoning ritual with her. Michelle had her own summoning dildo and once Agnes was in a trance, joined her in the circle. Michelle was actually the first to be visited by James.

James took his thumb then pressed it to the side of Michelle's slender neck.